The Bright Side
The cold tickles my hands and my toes, And freezes my ear tips and nips at my nose.
Let us give thanks for this cold winter strife,
as it stratified seeds that need cold to bear life.
The cold tickles my hands and my toes, And freezes my ear tips and nips at my nose.
Let us give thanks for this cold winter strife,
as it stratified seeds that need cold to bear life.